Sunday, 21 May 2017

I like to kiss, ghazal


Just like to water, the ships, I like to kiss.
My darling's pretty sweet lips, I like to kiss.

To make the marvellous building of love;
like bricks laid upon bricks, I like to kiss.

Like breeze's kiss takes to dance fervent,
and for whom the wave lifts, I like to kiss.

To leave impressions of the love prints
like ink to the paper piece, I like to kiss.

Like the chocolate lays upon the cake,
and sweet flavour it gives, I like to kiss.

To leave only after completely melted,
like snow to the high hills, I like to kiss.

To pass into my darling's heart, lucid,
like rays to the glass sheets, I like to kiss.



To garnish the beauty of my darling;  
like neck-lash to neck, I like to kiss.


I like to kiss:
my darling's lips,
Like water to the ships,
Like brick to bricks, 
to make marvellous building;
Like breeze to waves,
to let them dance and sway,
Like cream to cake,
to give flavour, sweet and fragrant,
Like snow to mountain, 
to leave after got melted.

Tuesday, 9 May 2017

Haiku 2017

a worm died today  
ants gathered to take away 
for the cremation


before it's dark 
Sun gets down 
from sky's roof

each day 
eats it's own one day  
my age

lovely ones
then grandparents 
now grandchildren

shows 
picture of the age
oldness

earth eats a day
she has cherished 
every one

knot of love
between sister and brother 
tied thread of rakhi 

earth keeps 
her bosom open for you
you sleep  

giggle
after they throw 
balls of snow


addiction
writing and reading
the haiku

I say prettier than moon 
happier is 
my wife

clouds and skywith the water 
in a small pond

rule in summer
cactus and scorpios
the desert

Sun looks on itthe lotus smiles 
with open lips 


sinks in beauty
as the lotus blossom
the pond 

summer sets 
wind plays with sand   
in the deserts 

a fight 
between eyes and tongue
garnished salad 

pink cheeks
unstained sweet heart

lychee holds  

fixed deposit
matured for redemption  
ninety plus

mother's hunting hands 
look for louse in daughter's hair
on her safari tour

my beer bottle lost
in the desert safari last  
buried in the sand 


robbers
stole the treasure 
now cops

ice-witch
freezed in ground
players

'it' missed
goose gets back
own place

'it' makes
in the play ground
Tussaud's museum

falls down
the handkerchief
rival takes

made easy
the seeker's job
hider's phone   

carrom board
ever I miss
the queen 

failed to catch
cops would become
now robbers

Mr. wolf
what is the time
I am hungry

serpent dislodged
forcefully from house
homeless the mouse

frog from snake 
serpent from the eagle
hide in same bush


for Peggy willis 2017 


fell down
a piece of cake
ants clean

step by step

climbs the sky's roof
Sun at dawn

stars make 

the sunflower sleep
sun awakes

in it's adolescence  

ready for pollen dispersal 
the hibiscus




naughty wind

moves place to place  
desert dunes